As an avid skier on the east coast for my entire life, I have spent numerous days on the mountains of New England. My home mountain of Killington Resort has been my go to playground for the past ten years of my life with numerous weekly journeys to the winter wonderland that has always filled my heart with such joy.
Somewhere along the way, that joy ran out as I looked at my playground as more of a second job. My journeys of 2-3 times per week somehow came to a screeching halt during the peak of the 2016-2017 season. When followers and friends had noticed on social media that I wasn’t checking in as much at the resort, some began to wonder if I had left the sport all together.
You do not give up on something you love simply because you are bored. You simply have to revisit where you are on your journey and what you can do to get out of the slump. There are numerous possibilities of continuing to do what you love!
When the opportunity had come about to purchase a season pass for the 2017-2018 season for Killington, I hesitated at first. Then, knowing that I would be on the road for work and would need an escape I of course purchased my season pass.
Well, it’s Christmas and I have yet to use something that I have shoveled out $2K for.
This was certainly one of those aha moments in life when you really have to dive deeper to find out what it is that you need to do in order to continue your journey. Recall how the possibilites are endless? They absolutely are.
My friend, and fellow blogger, Kristen, had recently messaged me about an opportunity to ski the west. I have never been out west to ski what some would call a skiers paradise. Powder looks a whole lot different out in that part of the country. In the east, we are used to skiing the icy slopes that are sometimes one big slip and slide. If you’ve ever skied the east and felt yourself glide so peacefully until you discovered your face nearly head on with a tree, you would understand what I’m referring to.
Those pesky trees.
Out west, there are certainly still trees of course, but way less in the way of ice. There is actual fluff factor in the snow. You know, the kind you could use a leaf blower to clean off your driveway with. With powder that good, and mountains much higher than anything we have on the east coast, I almost instantly acknowledged that I needed to get out west. Some time spent away from what I know and love will do a world of good as I can now see the sport with a fresh set of eyes, and lay my eyes on new landscape I have never before seen.
I depart out west shortly after New Years and we’ll make our way to the slopes of Tahoe. I am immensely grateful for the opportunity to get out to an area of the country I have not yet visited. I’m even more grateful at a shot to reinvent my love and passion for the very sport I live for.
I’ll be back, Killington. Save my spot at the clubhouse and my seat for my bloody marrys at the peak lodge.